Agent: #00710 Bong, JamesMission: Octokushy Status: 00710 Approved

Agent: #00710 Bong, JamesMission: Octokushy Status: 00710 Approved

Agent: #00710 Bong, JamesMission:OctokushyStatus: 00710 APPROVED

I slowly opened my eyes and tried to piece together the events of the last couple of hours. Where was I? What happened? Did I lose my vape pen? In the distance, I made out the silhouette of a beautiful woman. I squinted and noticed a strange
tattoo on her shoulder before she vanished into thin air.

Suddenly the phone rang. I snapped out of it and realized I was in a villa at the Bellagio.
“Good morning, Octokushy. This is your wakeup call.”
Octokushy? I scratched my head...had I stumbled upon the mythical craps hustler-turned-ganjapreneur and let her slip through my fingers?

James,
XXX by Virtue is my strain and shooting dice is my game. This Jane West bong is elegant and smooth, take a few rips and get on the move.
--Octokush

The scent of something dank led me to the living room. Laying on the coffee table I found three things: some gorgeous nugs, a majestic blue vase, and a note.

The note was sealed with a kiss and the sketch of a rose. Where had I seen this rose before?
No time to worry about that now as those sticky XXX nugs were calling my name. I examined the bong that I had mistaken for a vase. Its sleek and strong body reminded me of the Fabergé egg I had picked up at an auction earlier this week. Load, rip, clear, repeat. I was impressed with the smooth and flavorful hits and how easily the bowl cashed and chamber cleared. I could see why this was Octokushy’s piece of choice.

I poked around the suite to learn more about my mystery girl. A-ha! She thought she could pull a fast one on old 00710 but she made a rookie mistake and left her cosmetics case on the bathroom counter.

I unzipped it and examined the inventory: lipstick…powder compact…cotton swabs...weed grinder...nothing out of the ordinary. Wait a minute, what's a weed grinder doing in a makeup case? On closer inspection, I realized that the lipstick was actually a limited edition Badwoods Micro G-Pen, the compact turned into a stashbox, and the swabs were infused with isopropyl alcohol for on-the-go tool cleaning. Everything was marked with her signature rose too…nice touch, Octokushy. I loaded the G-Pen with some Tangilope Shatter by MatrixNV and took a massive rip. Damn…I was in love.

My mind was bouncing like a circus. Had I met the Bong girl of my dreams? Determined to find her, I went back to the living room for an inspirational toke from the Jane West bong and to devise a plan. Nothing would stop me…except for maybe this room service menu. Does that say grilled cheese with tater tots stuffed inside the bread?